|borke my heart
||[Sep. 6th, 2006|12:01 am]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
Ok I can’t be feeling this bad without there being some kind of fucked up hormones involved. I always thought that this sort of teen-angst depression shit would be over with at twenty but I guess not. It’s probably just one of those things that old people talk about when they say that they don’t feel old... They feel like they felt at twenty, (poor sods). I hate being human. (IT SUX!)
You know how some people are bad drunks? Well I’m not, I’m a fucking great drunk. Maybe the best ever. But I’m the worst at being smitten. Some girls they got natural ease, and they’re the smitten kittens, the puppy love Pepsi commercial crowd. I’m the Michelin-man of crushes. It’s time to give up, I should have gotten the number with the guy who probably wanted me to dominate him and thought that jokes about Hitler where the best. To late now... and I’m done.